as I gaze up at the cotton like clouds. As I lay in the green grass, I begin to wonder.
What is happiness?
Is it contentment? Is it a balance?
Am I happy?
I'm not so sure if I am. But even if I were, would I be able to tell? Are happy people even aware that they're happy...
i stare at the sky.
i just want to fly.
why am i here?
while the end is near.
i hear a scream.
am i in a dream?
my dear old friend,
dead in the end,
leaving me alone behind,
while i am blind.
all of my kin
burned for their sin.
i fall and hopelessly lay
there appeared a ray.
Once the North wind made love with the seaand a tiny little wave soon came to beFather Wind would guide him as he grewHis Mother was the sea he traveled throughand as they brought him closer to the shoreeach day he would grow a little moreand safe within the arms of Mother SeaHe...
Where not even my shadow can follow behind. Ill never ask you to be there, I swear I won't. I can never leave this place, I am the gate keeper to my own demons. They're going to eat me alive. Fear will overtake me as I am nothing here. My life is a life that will never get in...
A flame my heart will see
Beyond time and space
Not a fleeting from grace
Even if distance is a reason
A powerful love will overcome
And find his way into my waiting arms
Forever will not be too long
Time will make it grow…
life, you took it away
Now there's nothing left but pain
My whole life, right down the drain
I can't describe how bad it is
to get your life destroyed like this
And all because you couldn't see
and didn't give a damn about me
Now I sit here, on my own
everything I had is gone...
seasons have plans; beasts have patterns, we do what we can.
Some people come and are valued like gold; a few of them leave and let trails run cold.
We both awoke and faced the day; I got to here while you went your way.
Wishes are limited and work does enough; so...
if you find it silly and crazy and don't understand it....LOL! ;)))
****Silly Fluffy Cats****
Three cats like to play
In a garden - sometimes together,
With their green ball of leather!
Two are white and fluffy
one green and the other
blue-eyed as blue...
I wrote this when I was 17. I wasn't in the best of states. I had been cutting a week. But soon after I wrote this I got over my life and pulled my-self back together.
The wind combs my hair, the silk of the breeze so smooth.
The sparkles in the night sky, they shine so bright...
take you away
from out of this palace
away from the cold and callous people .
I love you my Jasmine
I ' ll always be your Prince
I ' ll never leave your side
I ' ll never hide from anything
I LOVE YOU !!!!! XXXXXXXXXX
I don't know whether it's considered a poem or not.
My heart died when
It tried loving you
till now it's open and
wounded waiting for a cure
Waiting for your embrace
Instead of an open maze
You threw at me
For me to find my way back
away from you
The different paths I...
Across the deep blue night
A Gypsy heart like thistledown
Begins a lonely flight.
Across the country's reaches, to
It's farthest far-flung port,
Searching, always searching, for a
Kindred Gypsy heart.
Dream'n, always dream'n, as a
Dreamer always does,
Of things that...
You were there for me so many times
in my darkest days.
But when you had your hill to climb
I slumbered in a haze.
Had I awakened to your need,
Brought a smile to your lips,
You would have known my love for you
Your tension from you slips.
And so you...
See her lay on bloody snow.
Drink your heart's love,
I admit it.
Empty vessel, let it go.
She lay on a lip red blanket.
Killed the beast between us two.
Love her, I am thinking of her.
She allowed me
to love you.
Fair skinned angel in my dark room.
Night light for...
our hearts pumping and swollen with electric love, precious breath moving through parted lips. I would have kissed you in that burning room, muggy with smoke and one-night abandon. I would have loved you intensely, our souls embracing in the warmth of the city lights. I would...
feel like losing myself again
to drive into forgetfulness
back to thoughts, feelings, where i did'nt really care
I am now borded, i feel like coming back to a memory
i would like to loose myself again
and I'll be sure to handle it fairly. I've got your only heart and I can tell that it's been beaten barely. there's something happening, I don't really get it. but knowing I can feel it like new found nature is enough. my brain doesn't work that well with love, it's a foreign...
man who is yet to be seen.
Visions cloud my dreams and mind
Of a time, a place, I have yet to find.
We once were one, inseparable and complete.
Always asking the question, “When will we meet?”
My other half still very strong in me
Hoping, praying, I am not the only one to...
little slight still does hurt.
My innards retch and bile lurches;
My heart flails and my mind searches.
I seek respite but get no such purchase.
I am excited but resist some urges;
My mouth opens and verbally purges.
The words mean that emotion surges.
reconsidering my purpose.
The light that I had, is blocked by a man who seems nervous.
He grabs me by the end and brings me along,
for the ride of a lifetime, cause soon he´ll be gone.
He hangs me on a chair, to look up instructions,
I see myself on the computer, my beautiful...
Of whatever is present
At each witnessed moment.
Eyes are reflectors;
To what we're enacting
Eyes are projectors
Revealing our insides
And displaying what resides
In our hearts and minds.
Your eyes speak for you;
take you away
from out of this palace
away from the cold and callous people.
I love you my Jasmine
I'll always be your Prince
I'll never leave your side
I'll never hide from anything
I LOVE YOU!!!!! XXXXXXXXXX
Is it safe to say we are meant to be. More than just friends lovers or companions at best and put each other's heart and strength to the test. Never failing or falling with constant support never wavering or swaying nothing of the sort. We stand strong together like an old oak...
I've written many many poems. Since I was 8-9 I've loved writing them but of course they've changed through time and matured.
Poems is one of my best way to express my feelings or my ideas of a story or something.
Nothing in sight
Sun looks bright
Far away is the night
The whole city is lit up
With the sunshine blazed up
Time to clean up
The mess in the egg cup
Wind moving in slow rhythm
I'm writing with 'em
The poem with the rhythm
And a simple algorithm
my crimson veins. A sting of sadness burns the capillaries inside my chest suffocating my lungs from the oxygen needed for survival.
Second by second, my internal clock is running out of time. The grief forces me to shed my scaly dry skin like a snake cleansing itself of all...
Chatting about dirty things,
My skin flushes and hormones sing.
What I miss
Though is a kiss.
My heart would flutter as I feel
My distant lover become real.
And the rest...
Are they the best?
Or is it happily enough
To once again feel loved?
and somewhere far above, not exactly from the heavens lives the Angel of Dark Love. With one crack of thunder followed by a flash of light, she enters your heart bearing smiles of delight. Once again I stand before you with arms open wide, a smile upon my lips and tears in my...
I have this wanting in my heart and confusion in my mind.
The words I’ve left unspoken haunt me all the time.
There are nights I wake crying when I wish that you were near.
To hold me in your arms and kiss away this tear.
Right now my heart is deep...
does it feel good
do you not see that a word hits harder
what do you gain,
to see the one you supposedly love in pain
are you any more a man
just because you don't raise a hand.
do you not see the woman
you have turned into a little girl again.
do you think you...
and so here is the poem that I wrote for him when he was a baby.
_ _ _____ _ _
"Fussy Nights With Baby Boy"
Do you remember when
we would lie on the yellow couch
listening to jazz on CBC
as crickets provided the words?
Occasionally racoons would fight...
singing, we cruise through the nightOut in the sticks, far from the cityThe wind blows your hair, so fine and prettyWe thirst for cold drink, hot summer rideA watering hole, a neon lit diveMy arm is around you, we stumble insideLegs kind of wobbly, a long and hot driveBikers and...
Each second seems like a minute, an hour
Waiting for you
Little Billy at number 23 grows another two inches
Whilst Mums roses wilt and die
Petals on the floor
In the Hoover
Out the door
Waiting for you is my definite pleasure
Not sure why I measure the time your...
Run to me
Hear me calling for you
Always reaching, always praying
Somehow, someway it will come true.
It seems an endless dream, which came to be many moons ago
A mere child reaching out for what she knew
Finding him, lost together in a dream
Knowing the separation of spirit...